I am SO SORRY for not posting. This week is really hectic for me. School starts a week from now, I've started dating, and anyone who is a fan of Harry Potter knows about Pottermore! Well, I'm an early beta tester and after weeks of waiting for access into this beautiful website, I got my welcome email :)

On another note, I know this story started as light and fun, but if you know me as an author, my one shots are happy, and my stories… are not.

So, sorry for what I'm about to do in this… very final chapter.

WARNING: This chapter has… graphic violence for the first half. If you want to skip through, I have no problem with it.

Andy, with Sam's gun tight in her sweaty hands, ran down the echoing halls. Nosey neighbors flooded the narrow way, the screams startling the entire floor. She grabbed the woman who lived next door, alerting her to call nine one-one and request and ambulance as fast as she could manage. The woman complied in a rush, hanging up the phone and evacuating the level. Andy was angry that the woman couldn't have dialed faster or spoken without slurring her speech. Yet, instead of punching out the neighbor folk, she decided to save her energy as to whatever was inside her apartment.

Time seemed to slow down as she ran down the hall, pushing past the panicking tenants. Her own breath echoed in her ears, the sound of Sam groaning and screaming was the only thing she could hear. No one else mattered to Andy as she pushed the metal door to her apartment open. The door hit the wall with a loud metal slam. Andy slid against the cold tile in her shoes, grabbing the wall to brace herself. From this kitchen's open concept doors, the sight was very clear and almost made her crumble within herself.

Luke stood, knife in one hand and gun in the other. The knife was embedded deep into Sam's left shoulder so deep that only the handle was showing. Andy could barely watch as blood spurted from the wound as if they were in a cheap budget horror film. Sam gripped Luke's assaulting arm, but he was too weak for the tall detective. Luke, knowing full well to never remove a weapon from a wound, ripped the knife down the shoulder ligaments, and then pulled with all his might removing the knife with a wet popping noise. Sam gasped in excruciating pain as he fell to the floor, his blood staining the pristine white tile. Luke wasn't quite finished, placing the gun to Sam's middle chest and squeezing the trigger. The smell of gunpowder was so strong, Andy could barely think straight.

She felt a sudden pent up bottle of rage explode with the dark corners of her brain as he turned to her with a lopsided, twisted grin. He dropped the gun and gripped the knife tighter, taking a step towards her with open and blood stained arms. She held up the gun and, without hesitation, landed a bullet that went in one eye socket and out the back of his skull. Luke collapsed in silence, his once alive body becoming an inanimate object upon the cutting room floor. Luke's and Sam's blood collided in a tango of gore and tragedy. Andy would never admit the small sense of satisfaction as the light left his single eye or how his last breath sounded like a strained wheeze in a vain attempt to keep living.

She stepped through the pooling blood in a panic, a lake's worth of blood collecting within her shoes. She practically fell to Sam's side, not caring she was bathing in the blood. Andy could care less as it soaked through her jeans and shirt, for the dark haired man lying upon her floor was the only thing that would ever matter that much to her. She took her Sam's sweater, which he had graciously given her earlier, and pressed it against the spitting wounds. His already pale features got worse with every second. Sam turned to white, then to blue without warning. Andy felt Sam's once very still hand twitch and tighten around her own, as if he was sensing her loving presence right by his side. A smile took over for a moment, a hope for a new day upon the horizon.

Andy kissed him, only having a brief moment when she felt him kiss back. His body was limp once more just as the medics were rushing into the apartment with a stretcher and police close behind. The entire night from then on was a blur for Andy. The ride to the hospital and seeing Sam entwined in the mass of cords and equipment, talking to the police, and sitting beside Sam's bed. The police telling her that Luke was deceased, and the way Sam's heart monitor scared her as it slowed with every few minutes. It was a messy, black and red blur. She fell asleep, holding Sam's very cold hand within her own.

She awoke to the sound of Sam's heart monitor, beating slow… but steady. She looked down, seeing Sam's bloodstained sweater on the floor. Andy sighed, picking it up. The blood had soon dried, turning from red to gold against the blue fabric. Andy held it to her chest, Sam's cologne and his blood filling her nostrils. She decided it wasn't a bad smell, as twisted as she thought, seeing as it was his blood. She threw the sweater onto the chair as she stood, placing another light kiss upon the colder man's lips.

Then, something miraculous happened.

Andy felt him react to her in the lightest of ways. Sam's hands didn't move, but his lips pursed against hers. She pulled away, cupping his face. Sam's heart monitor beeped faster through the terrible silence when she touched him. She felt a sudden wave of accomplishment when the beeping increased. Andy now knew that she did to him exactly what he did to her on a daily basis.

"An…. Andy…" Sam wheezed, pain dripping off his words. His bloodshot eyes opened to small slits, to simply get a look at the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Shh, no need to speak, Sam." Andy touched his forehead with care, not wanting to hurt him.

"C-called the hambulance for me, McNally?" Sam barely opened his eyes, but a smile still stumbled across him.

"Don't make me laugh right now, this is serious." Andy withheld a bittersweet chuckle from escaping her throat. Sam merely smiled, breathing through his nose.

"What I… was trying to s-say this morning," Sam dragged and slurred upon his words as he started to grow dreary eyed ", before Oliver interrupted us. I'm in love with you. T-tell me y-you love me, Andy."

"Sam, let's have this conversation later, sweetie." Andy pressed her forehead to his, a smile upon her.

"N-no… you gotta tell me now… t-time is o-of the essence. Come o-on, I know you f-feel it t-to baby… d-do this for m-me." Sam's voice became more choppy and upset. Andy couldn't tell if he was starting to cry, but she knew he was right when he said that she felt the same way. She stroked his face with a soft touch.

"Sam, I love you incredibly. Now please rest. We'll have all the time in the world when you get better, babe. I promise."

"I've loved you for all this time…"

"All this time? So, when I busted you on my first day… the blackout… when I was whining to you about Luke all the time?"

"All this time? Sam, what does that mean?"

Sam looked up at her with grey eyes, and his signature smirk. The light within his once beautiful eyes was dimming before her. His chapped lips barely opened as he spoke, in taking a sharp breaths to keep going. With the seemingly last ounce of strength Sam could muster, he took Andy's within his own and tightened around her.

"Always."

Andy watched as Sam's eyes turned dark, her ears flooded with the noise of the heart monitor.

Beep, beep, beep… beep… beep… and finally a never ending, ear piercing pitch tone rented the room.

Andy put on the blood stained sweater, picking up her phone. Andy clicked around until she found Sam's number neatly tucked away with a heart beside the contact name. She slid open her phone, knowing it was futile. Nothing could bring him back, but she was going to try. Perhaps it was all a lucid dream, and she would feel the vibration, and all would be well in the world. Andy thought way back, to the text that started the entire fling.

"You awake? :("

That's it folks. It's been fun :) Perhaps I'll right an alternate ending for those of you who want to murder me for the sad ending.

Be sure to watch out for Quarantine if you're a horror fan, and that Textual Advances; Away From LCD is coming soon!

xoxoPN